"Izzy, Izzy, Izzy," he says and swings a leg over Izzy's thighs, straddles him. "Always so *dour* - d'you ever think you're gonna lighten up, Iz?"
Izzy swallows, opens his mouth to reply, but Ed shushes him, his fingers pushing into Izzy's mouth before he can say a word. "Shh, shh, shh. I think fucking Stede would cheer you up, wouldn't it?"
At the mention of Stede, Izzy's eyes flick to the other captain. He's watching them carefully, his face unreadable as he swirls his brandy in its glass.
"Don't you think so, love?" Ed asks Stede who rolls his eyes and rises. He's wearing a thick robe which swishes around his ankles as he pads over, peers down on Izzy and Ed.
"Maybe." Stede swirls his glass again but spills a bit. He narrows his eyes at it. "Maybe it will," he says and pushes the liquor-wet fingers into Izzy's mouth as well, next to Ed's.
Izzy can't help the little moan that escapes him at it, at the rough intrusion, at the sudden stretch of his jaw. The sound makes Ed bark out a short laugh. "I think it will. 'sides, it'd make *me* pretty fucking lighthearted, yeah?"
"As long as it'll make you happy, darling," Stede replies to Ed. He's looking at Izzy as he speaks the words, but Izzy gets the sense that he's looking through him, only seeing the part of him where Ed's fingers are buried in him.
"D-gh-" Izzy manages and Ed pulls his fingers out, an amused twist to his mouth.
"Yeah, Iz?" Ed asks. He holds up his fingers and they glisten in the light.
Izzy clears his throat, wipes the worst of the spit from his mouth with his sleeve. "Do I not get a say in this?"
The smile on Ed's face grows wider. "Sure you do." He leans forward, his mouth next to Izzy's ear. "Do you not want to fuck Stede?" Ed, curse his blood, sits down a little heavier, making Izzy's cock twitch and his hands fly to Ed's waist.
"Fuck-" he grunts and grinds his teeth tightly together.
"I'm not-"
"Look at him, Iz," Ed murmurs and grinds against Izzy. "I've seen you looking, you know, I've seen how closely you stand to him when you're fencing."
Izzy's eyes snap to Stede despite himself. "That's not-"
A hand grips his hair, pulls him back tightly. "Tell me I'm wrong," Ed says, and it's a dare and a threat, and Izzy swallows.
"You-you're not." Izzy bites out and Ed's responding smile is brilliant and glowing.
For a moment the hand in his hair tightens more, a pained twisting sensation, before it slackens again, becomes a caress instead.
Ed's eyes flick to Stede. "Told you, love."
"You did," comes the answering sigh and Izzy's cheeks are warming, a flash of heat shooting through him at the humiliation, at Ed and Stede having *discussed* this, having *seen* Izzy.
At Stede *knowing*.
It's not that Izzy *likes* Stede, not exactly.
There's just something compelling about him - his stupid floppy hair, his sturdy frame that Izzy's been having difficulty beating in their fencing lessons lately-
Attraction. That's all.
There's something disdainful in Stede's eyes, something like *pity* and Izzy's insides squirm, the redhot burn of humiliation making him grind against Ed again, telling on himself more than his
words ever could.
"So?" Stede's voice rings through the room and Izzy's so hard he can barely see straight. "What'll it be, then? Will you hm. fuck me?"
Izzy catches a whiff of Ed's scent as he leans closer, clutching at Ed's thighs, working his hips against him, overtly. "Fuck-yes-y-yes, I'll-" he manages before Ed pushes off him, slipping out of Izzy's grasp in an instant.
"Knew it," Ed wraps his arms around Stede's neck.
"Oh, get off it," Stede says, his mouth against Ed's. There's a scoff there, a chuckle.
Ed snorts in response. "Oh, I plan to. How do you want him?"
The look in Stede's gaze is dark and Izzy can't tell if he *does*.
He pushes the idea from his mind when his dick throbs again.
Stede sighs. "Clothes off, Izzy."
He shouldn't. He shouldn't want to, not when Stede looks at him like he's bored, like he's doing this as a *favour*-
But he does. How could he not, when Ed is smouldering at him from behind just Stede, when Stede is *offering* -
Izzy scrambles up, almost tripping as he steps on his leg wrong, forgetting about it for a moment, and he flushes at the thought, even as he tugs his cravat off, his vest, his shirt.
At his trousers, he falters, looks to Stede. "How?" he rasps, tries to bury the hunger in his voice.
Stede considers for a moment before frowning. "Ed? Any preferences?"
Ed's already unbuttoning his own clothes, albeit at a slower pace than Izzy, "Oh, I have a preference, alright."
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@IzzyCanyon "Get naked, love," Ed says. "Turn around, hands on the table."
Stede rolls his eyes before acquiescing. "I indulge you too much, don't I?" His robe slides from his shoulders and he places it on a chair before deftly unbuttoning his shirt. "Of all your wretched ideas..."
"It's a great idea," Ed snorts and drops onto the settee, his legs spread wide, his cock visibly straining against the leather.
@IzzyCanyon "Should never have agreed to this." Stede opens his shirt, the broad expanse of skin there making Izzy inhale deeply. Stede narrows his eyes. "You know, I never agreed to be naked." He shoves his trousers down and turns around places his palms on the lacquered surface of the table. "Come on, then, Izzy. I don't have all day."
"Aw, Stede," Ed whines. "I wanna see - "
"You'll see enough," Stede snaps and fixes his eyes on Izzy again.
@IzzyCanyon "Izzy," he says again, slowly, his voice a drawl. "Are you a bit slower today than usual?"
Izzy's behind him in a few strides, and he wastes no time pushing the dress-shirt out of the way, bunching it on Stede's back. He runs his gloved hand over the light fuzz on Stede's ass, caresses it.
Under his hand, he feels the muscle trembling. Izzy grins. "How'd he wrangle you into this?" he asks and pushes Stede's pants down further.
@IzzyCanyon Stede huffs, squirms under his touch. "Why do you care? You're getting plenty out of this, wouldn't you say?"
Izzy's ears are burning. "Sure," he says blithely, tries to ignore the knot in his guts. "You just don't seem particularly *keen*, is all."
With a snort, Ed gets up and tosses a jar of oil to Izzy before he sits down again, one leg slung over the armrest.. "Stede and I were just having a chat and well... you came up, is all."
@IzzyCanyon "*A chat*," Stede echoes, a high-pitched imitation. "You're a filthy liar. You got me blackout drunk, didn't you." Izzy unscrews the jar, dips his ungloved fingers in the half-solid mass, and lets it melt between his fingers.
Ed grins, his eyes hooded and smug. "Well, it worked didn't it."
"You're-" before Stede can say more, Izzy pulls his asscheeks apart and touches the pad of his finger to Stede's hole, and Stede *shrieks*.
@IzzyCanyon "Oh, you miserable little man---would a *warning *have been too much to ask for?" he turns to glare at Izzy, and Izzy just shrugs.
"Thought you were ready," he says and presses against the furl of muscle, feels it twitching under his finger.
"C'mon Iz, I opened him up earlier, you don't have to-"
Stede snorts, just as Izzy pushes his finger into him. "He's been pining for so long, Ed, let the poor man-*ah*-"
@IzzyCanyon Listening to Stede talk about this-this ridiculous attraction in this way makes Izzy's nostrils flare, makes his heart beat faster. He twists his finger to fuck it into Stede shallowly.
Stede, of course, doesn't know when to shut up. "Did-did you not think that I *saw* you?"
"Thought Edward had to point it out to you," Izzy says through gritted teeth and pushes another finger into Stede.
@IzzyCanyon
The motion makes Stede gasp and there's something gratifying about the sharp intake of breath, about the way that the muscle tenses and loosens around Izzy's fingers.
"He - ah-, yes, I didn't known for sure till he did, didn't think that you would be quite so ridiculous -" Stede stutters through the words. "Thought-thought you were interested i-in Lucius, fuck-" Izzy jams the fingers deeply into Stede at Lucius' name.
"Who says I'm not?" Izzy snarls, his face turning hot. Better to embrace a weakness than let your enemy realise what he's got on you.
"Enough," Ed snaps from the settee and Izzy swallows thickly, pauses the slow pump of his fingers. He'd almost forgotten that Ed was *there*, so wrapped up in the infuriating man opening up underneath him. "Stop talking."
Beneath him, Stede whines. Izzy's fingers are buried in his ass and he keeps them still,
let's the man squirm for a moment.
"oh, get *on* with it," Stede finally snaps. "Didn't take you for the sort of man who would hesitate when offered his hearts desire."
Izzy leans forward, slides his gloves hand into Stede’s hair. "You presume too much," he says, a strained note in his voice. He grips Stede’s hair tightly, gratification trickling down his spine when Stede moans, fights the pull backwards before arching his back beautifully.
His fingers in Stede graze over a soft spot, and Stede's back tenses.
"You're - *oh*- stop t-that and just g-get on with it-" he tries to twists his head, but the strands of hair caught in Izzy's fist tighten and a pained whimper escapes him, just as Izzy rubs over the soft spot again. "E-Ed, p-please-"
From the side, Ed snorts. "Ease up a bit, Iz, he can be a bit sensitive," he says and Izzy twists his fingers to hit the spot better, repeats
the action until Stede lets out a grunt, and Ed tuts.
"Izzy."
"Thought you wanted me to fuck him?" Izzy asks, his cock painfully hard.
"Sure do," Ed drawls. "Didn't ask you to torture him yet."
*Yet*.
Izzy withdraws his fingers, let's go of Stede's hair. More than a few wavy blond strands come away in Izzy's hand when Stede slumps forward onto the table, breathing hard.
"So?" Stede grits out when he's caught his breath a bit.
He cracks open an eye to look at Izzy, a thin smirk on his face. "Go on, then. Do your worst."
It's a challenge, Izzy sees the glint in Stede's eyes, not unlike the look he gets when they're training and Izzy's bested him too many times, the look of Stede setting his spine with steel in order to prove Izzy wrong.
It makes Izzy's balls ache, the infuriating disdain on Stede's face. He gets his cock out with trembling fingers, suddenly desperate.
He thrusts in, his dick catching on Stede's rim, buries himself in the heat, the muscle of Stede's hole clamping down on him tightly, the moan spilling from Stede's lips setting Izzy's blood on fire.
He wants more, he *needs* more, and his hips snap jaggedly, less coordinated with every moan from Stede's lips.
"O-oh, *Ed*," Stede whimpers, and Ed laughs.
Izzy's eyes snap to him, sees the dick in his hand, feels lightheaded with it all.
"Not my name you should be moaning, love," Ed chuckles, and Stede tenses at that, his back curving in on himself. Izzy catches a glimpse of Stede's eyes as he looks backwards for a moment before hiding his face in his arms, bent over properly, letting Izzy tug him backwards onto his cock.
"Don't *remind* me," Stede snaps to Ed, and Izzy narrows his eyes.
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Is Stede secretly interested in Izzy?
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(Y'all are a bunch of saps, no unrequited love here 😘💗 removing the dubcon tag)
Izzy tunes them out, the sound of Ed and Stede bickering fades into the background. He thrusts forward, harsher now, buries himself in Stede again and again.
It's imperfect. The height difference means that Izzy has to stand on his tip-toes, and balancing on the hoof with the other leg makes him waver and catch himself on Stede's ass.
His hands grasp on the warm skin, keeps hold and squeezes the muscle tightly. He thrusts in jagged little thrusts that make his vision go white, makes him-
"-zy. Izzy." Ed's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure and Izzy's gaze lifts, slowly, uncertainly, as his hips continue working of their own volition.
"Boss?" he rasps and stills, buried to the hilt in Stede's ass. In the quiet he can suddenly hear Stede's stuttering gasps, his own heavy breathing.
"I asked," Ed drawls, a smirk plastered on his face. "-how does he feel?"
The muscle of Stede's ass clenches at the words and Izzy staggers forward, leans over the broad expanse of pale skin beneath him, halfway hidden beneath the silken shirt. "Unh-" Izzy starts, and presses a hand to Stede's back, feels the sheen of sweat against his palm. "F-fuckin' amazing b-boss-"
Beneath him, Stede shudders and Izzy swallows thickly.
"Good," Ed purrs. Izzy lifts his eyes to see him pinching at the head of his dick. He looks a vision, hooded eyes and strands of hair falling around his face - Izzy grinds into Stede again, slower, and relishes the moan that falls from Stede's lips. "And you, love?" Ed asks, looking at Stede. "How do you feel?"
Stede shudders again and Izzy sees him clench his fist. "Like this-this is dragging on," he bites out.
His hair is falling into his eyes, his cheeks are reddening, and Izzy tightens the hold he has on Stede's ass cheek, watches as Stede's mouth falls open in a gasp. Izzy wonders what is going through Stede's mind, if this whole thing is ever going to happen again.
If it won't... He'll enjoy what he gets to have.
"Want me to finish it?" Izzy asks. His eyes are fixed on a string of spittle between Stede's lips, but the question is directed at Ed.
The chair creaks as Ed shifts. "Hmm," he says. "Sure. Pull his hair again though."
"Ed!" Stede snaps at Ed's words. "Don't let him-"
Izzy chuckles darkly as he slides his hand from Stede's shoulder into his hair. "What, Bonnet, afraid that you'll like it?"
"I am most certainly *not*-ah!" Stede's voice breaks when Izzy tightens his grip again, punctuates the hold with a snap of his hips. "Fuck-"
"As you wish," Izzy grins and fucks into him properly.
He uses his grip on Stede's hair and hip as leverage and thrusts blindly, urgently into the warm body stretched out beneath him. Izzy breathes in sharply through his nose, strained as he keeps pace, chases his orgasm, inching closer and closer, bit by bit.
He doesn't remember when he last had a fuck this good.
The fact that it's *Stede* writhing underneath him, scrabbling at the desk, only makes it that much sweeter, the noises that he makes -
Izzy grinds into him again, feels him clenching, the moan against the desk reverberating down into Izzy's dick, and that does it-
With another couple of thrusts, Izzy tips over the edge, feels his balls tighten. An electric spark of pleasure winds it's way into his extremities, and he spends, drawn out and with a too-loud moan. He feels Stede tighten around him, clenching, and it makes him stutter out another few thrusts before collapsing on Stede's back.
He lies there for a moment, panting and feels his heart beating like a drum in his chest.
He could fall asleep here, he's fairly sure.
"Off," Stede grumbles and pushes at Izzy as best he can. With some difficulty, Izzy loosens his grip on Stede's hair, stretches his fingers gingerly. "Off -" Stede says again, a desperate note in his voice, and Izzy pushes off, feels his now-flaccid cock slip from Stede's ass.
He staggers back, staring at Stede's ass, at his spread legs, at the bit of come trickling down his inner thigh.
Fucking gorgeous.
Of course, then Stede turns around, venom in his eyes. "Finally," he spits, dishevelled and flushing an unflattering shade of pink. "Took you long enough."
Izzy might have had a snarky reply, except that his eyes fall to where Stede's cock is visible. Stede's *hard* cock. It's on the small side, but it's unmistakably hard.
Izzy's mouth is dry, and he wets his lips, looks at the weeping cock nestled in light curls.
Stede notices, flushes even pinker. "Oh, you wretched, presumptive -"
Before he gets further, Ed's voice cuts through the air, and both Izzy and Stede jolt. "Izzy, on your knees."
Izzy doesn't need to think, he drops before the sentence is fully uttered.
"Now, love. Your turn," Ed drawls.
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[VOTE] what happens next?
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